Yan Luoxi leaned in, extended her finger to gently smooth out the wrinkle between his brows, then placed a kiss on the tip of his brow before getting up to look for something to eat.
Outside the tent, it had already turned dark, and the lights in front of the earthen house were dim and faint. There was no night shooting today, and it seemed like everyone had wrapped up their work. Yan Luoxi walked all the way to the kitchen, hearing low voices coming from inside the tents as she passed by.
She didn't linger to listen and went straight into the kitchen, where there weren't any leftovers, only dumplings that the chef had made that evening—still about twenty or so remaining. She eyed the gas stove, thought for a moment, and then decided to fill a pot with water and start boiling them herself.
